Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBK45DNFZMVXFAET7D4WK7K

Run Details

Model:: Qwen 3.5 122B
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 28.1s
Cost:: $0.010407
Provider:: Alibaba

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
91.11%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
2.22%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
100.00%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
33.35%	Name drop frequency	(details)
69.35%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
0.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
100.00%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
22.56%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
100.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
41.40%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
43.86%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
98.95%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
20.91%	Technical jargon density	(details)
25.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
16.67%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
68.8460%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The wind in Richmond Park did not howl; it held its breath. Aurora Carter stood at the base of the ancient oak standing stones, her breath pluming in the winter air, white and fleeting. Around her neck, the Heartstone Pendant rested against her sternum, a dormant weight until now. Tonight, it hummed. A faint, rhythmic thrumming traveled down the silver chain, warming the skin of her collarbone, syncing with the pulse in her throat.

She adjusted the collar of her coat, her fingers brushing the small crescent scar on her left wrist. It was a childhood mark, a reminder of a fall she couldn't quite remember, but tonight it prickled with the same static electricity that made the hair on her arms stand up.

"The Veil is thin tonight," Isolde Varga said. She stood ten paces ahead, her silver hair cascading over shoulders draped in a cloak that seemed woven from twilight itself. She did not walk so much as glide; the frost on the grass remained undisturbed beneath her bare feet. "Like a curtain drawn back by a careless hand."

Aurora glanced at the shadow beside her. Nyx hovered there, a humanoid silhouette cut from the night sky. They were taller than Aurora, solid enough to cast a shadow even in the gloom, yet their edges blurred into the surrounding darkness. Their eyes, faintly glowing violet, fixed on the gap between two massive stone pillars.

"Careless hands get fingers cut off," Nyx whispered. The voice didn't come from a mouth but from the air around Aurora's ear, like dry leaves skittering on pavement. "Or worse."

"We need to get through," Aurora said, her voice steady despite the unease coiling in her gut. She was a delivery driver in London, not an adventurer in a pocket dimension, but the pendant burned hotter now, a beacon in the cold. "Isolde said the solstice is the only time the path holds."

Isolde turned, her pale lavender eyes reflecting the moonlight that shouldn't have been visible through the London smog. "Time is a river that forgets its banks here. You step in, and the water may not remember you."

Aurora took a breath, the air tasting of ozone and crushed pine needles. She stepped forward, following Isolde through the gap.

The transition was not a door opening, but a pressure change. The cold of the London winter vanished, replaced by a humid warmth that smelled of blooming jasmine and wet earth. Aurora blinked, her bright blue eyes adjusting to a light that had no source. The sky above was not black, but a deep, bruised purple, streaked with ribbons of bioluminescent moss that drifted like clouds.

They were no longer in the park. The standing stones remained, but they were now overgrown with vines that pulsed with a soft, green rhythm.

"Where are we?" Aurora asked, reaching for the Fae-Forged Blade tucked into her boot. The moonsilver hilt was always cold, a comforting contrast to the pendant's heat.

"The space between," Isolde said, walking toward a cluster of wildflowers that shouldn't exist in December. They were vibrant, defiant things—bluebells and foxgloves blooming in a riot of color against the purple grass. "The Grove. A place where the Fae Courts and the mortal plane shake hands, though neither trusts the other."

Aurora stepped onto the grass. It felt spongy, alive. She watched Isolde's feet again. No footprints. The grass bent but did not compress.

"How long have we been walking?" Aurora asked. She checked her watch. The second hand was spinning lazily, counter-clockwise.

"Minutes," Nyx said, drifting closer. The shadow-form solidified slightly, revealing the suggestion of a face beneath the darkness. "Or hours. The sun does not rise here. It only remembers how to shine."

Aurora felt a chill that had nothing to do with temperature. The logic of the world here was fluid, dangerous. She tightened her grip on the pendant. It pulsed faster now, reacting to the proximity of the Veil's tear.

"Keep your eyes open," Nyx murmured, the whisper brushing against Aurora's neck. "The shadows here have teeth."

They moved deeper into the clearing. The trees were ancient, their bark etched with runes that shimmered when Aurora looked at them directly but vanished when she tried to focus. The silence was heavy, broken only by the sound of their own breathing and the occasional chime of a wind that didn't blow.

Then, the unease shifted to wonder.

Aurora stopped before a pool of water that reflected not the purple sky, but the London skyline she had left behind. The Shard, the Gherkin, the Thames. It was a mirror image, distorted and dreamlike.

"It shows what you leave," Isolde said, standing beside her. The Seer's face was ageless, her expression unreadable. "Or what you fear to return to."

Aurora looked closer. In the reflection, she saw herself, but she was older, the scar on her wrist gone. She looked tired.

"Is it a memory?" Aurora asked.

"It is a possibility," Isolde corrected. "The Veil does not just separate places. It separates choices."

A low thrum vibrated through the ground, shaking the leaves on the trees. The pendant flared, burning hot against Aurora's chest. She gasped, stumbling back.

"Something is coming," Nyx said, their form expanding, shadows stretching out to wrap around Aurora like a protective cloak. "Something from the other side."

The purple sky darkened, the bioluminescent clouds swirling into a vortex. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of rotting fruit and spice.

"Gluttony," Nyx whispered, the word tasting like ash. "Hel bleeds through."

Aurora drew the Fae-Forged Blade. The moonsilver glowed faintly in the twilight, a stark white line against the gloom. The blade hummed, eager to cut through the magical wards that would surely block their path if they were trapped.

"Isolde," Aurora said, her voice cutting through the rising tension. "How do we close it?"

Isolde did not answer immediately. She raised a hand, palm open, toward the swirling sky. "You do not close the door, child. You must decide if you wish to lock it."

The ground beneath them shuddered. From the edge of the grove, a shape emerged—not a shadow like Nyx, but something solid, fleshy, and wrong. It was a mouth, vast and toothed, rising from the earth like a flower blooming in reverse.

Aurora tightened her grip on the hilt. The pendant burned against her skin, a warning and a promise. She looked at the reflection in the pool, then at the threat before them.

"Then we lock it," Aurora said.

She stepped forward, the cold steel of the blade meeting the humid air of the Fae-touched realm. The world held its breath, waiting to see if the mortal would break the Veil or mend it.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	15
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	28
tagDensity	0.536
leniency	1
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

91.11%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1125

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"lazily"
count	1

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

highlights

0	"lazily"
1	"slightly"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

2.22%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1125

totalAiIsms

found

word	"fleeting"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	1

word	"rhythmic"
count	1

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"reminder"
count	1

word	"cascading"
count	1

word	"gloom"
count	2

word	"beacon"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	1

word	"pulsed"
count	2

word	"comforting"
count	1

word	"chill"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"etched"
count	1

word	"shimmered"
count	1

word	"silence"
count	1

word	"unreadable"
count	1

word	"vibrated"
count	1

word	"stark"
count	1

word	"tension"
count	1

highlights

0	"fleeting"
1	"weight"
2	"rhythmic"
3	"pulse"
4	"reminder"
5	"cascading"
6	"gloom"
7	"beacon"
8	"warmth"
9	"pulsed"
10	"comforting"
11	"chill"
12	"whisper"
13	"etched"
14	"shimmered"
15	"silence"
16	"unreadable"
17	"vibrated"
18	"stark"
19	"tension"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches	0
maxInWindow	0
found	(empty)
highlights	(empty)

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells

narrationSentences

matches

0	"felt a chill"

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

"watch"

hedgeMatches

0	"tried to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	95
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	32
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1123
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	11
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

33.35%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

943

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

2.33

worstName

"Aurora"

maxWindowNameDensity

3.5

worstWindowName

"Aurora"

discoveredNames

Richmond	1
Park	1
Carter	1
Heartstone	1
Pendant	1
Varga	1
Aurora	22
London	4
Isolde	8
Fae-Forged	2
Blade	2
December	1
Veil	2
Shard	1
Gherkin	1
Thames	1
Seer	1
Nyx	7
Fae-touched	1

persons

0	"Carter"
1	"Pendant"
2	"Varga"
3	"Aurora"
4	"Isolde"
5	"Blade"
6	"Veil"
7	"Seer"
8	"Nyx"

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"
2	"London"
3	"December"
4	"Thames"

globalScore

0.334

windowScore

0.5

69.35%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"quite remember, but tonight it prickled with the same static electricity that made the hair on her arms stand up"
1	"seemed woven from twilight itself"

0.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

4.452

wordCount

1123

matches

0	"not an adventurer in a pocket dimension, but the pendant burned hotter now, a beacon in the cold"
1	"not a door opening, but a pressure change"
2	"not black, but a deep, bruised purple, streaked with ribbons of bioluminesc"
3	"not the purple sky, but the London skyline she had left behind"
4	"not a shadow like Nyx, but something solid, fleshy"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	95
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

32.09

std

16.83

0.525

sampleLengths

0	74
1	50
2	57
3	55
4	30
5	53
6	37
7	21
8	66
9	25
10	27
11	52
12	23
13	19
14	32
15	39
16	17
17	53
18	6
19	35
20	25
21	22
22	6
23	16
24	25
25	24
26	24
27	11
28	39
29	15
30	31
31	41
32	32
33	6
34	35

100.00%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount	0
totalSentences	82
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

164

matches

0	"was spinning"

22.56%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.042

matches

0	"The wind in Richmond Park did not howl; it held its breath."
1	"She did not walk so much as glide; the frost on the grass remained undisturbed beneath her bare feet."
2	"They were vibrant, defiant things—bluebells and foxgloves blooming in a riot of color against the purple grass."
3	"From the edge of the grove, a shape emerged—not a shadow like Nyx, but something solid, fleshy, and wrong."

100.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount	950
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	22
adverbRatio	0.023157894736842106
lyAdverbCount	8
lyAdverbRatio	0.008421052631578947

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	95
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

11.82

std

6.39

0.54

sampleLengths

0	12
1	22
2	15
3	3
4	22
5	18
6	32
7	8
8	21
9	19
10	9
11	7
12	11
13	23
14	14
15	8
16	20
17	2
18	17
19	25
20	11
21	18
22	19
23	13
24	8
25	11
26	20
27	14
28	21
29	7
30	18
31	14
32	13
33	16
34	17
35	19
36	5
37	4
38	5
39	2
40	7
41	8
42	4
43	7
44	5
45	13
46	14
47	11
48	9
49	7

41.40%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	9
diversityRatio	0.30526315789473685
totalSentences	95
uniqueOpeners	29

43.86%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Then, the unease shifted to"

ratio

0.013

98.95%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She adjusted the collar of"
1	"It was a childhood mark,"
2	"She stood ten paces ahead,"
3	"She did not walk so"
4	"They were taller than Aurora,"
5	"Their eyes, faintly glowing violet,"
6	"She was a delivery driver"
7	"She stepped forward, following Isolde"
8	"They were no longer in"
9	"They were vibrant, defiant things—bluebells"
10	"It felt spongy, alive."
11	"She watched Isolde's feet again."
12	"She checked her watch."
13	"She tightened her grip on"
14	"It pulsed faster now, reacting"
15	"They moved deeper into the"
16	"It was a mirror image,"
17	"She looked tired."
18	"She gasped, stumbling back."
19	"She raised a hand, palm"

ratio

0.303

0.00%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The wind in Richmond Park"
1	"Aurora Carter stood at the"
2	"Tonight, it hummed."
3	"A faint, rhythmic thrumming traveled"
4	"She adjusted the collar of"
5	"It was a childhood mark,"
6	"Isolde Varga said"
7	"She stood ten paces ahead,"
8	"She did not walk so"
9	"Aurora glanced at the shadow"
10	"Nyx hovered there, a humanoid"
11	"They were taller than Aurora,"
12	"Their eyes, faintly glowing violet,"
13	"The voice didn't come from"
14	"Aurora said, her voice steady"
15	"She was a delivery driver"
16	"Isolde turned, her pale lavender"
17	"Aurora took a breath, the"
18	"She stepped forward, following Isolde"
19	"The transition was not a"

ratio

0.947

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	76
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

20.91%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Aurora Carter stood at the base of the ancient oak standing stones, her breath pluming in the winter air, white and fleeting."
1	"A faint, rhythmic thrumming traveled down the silver chain, warming the skin of her collarbone, syncing with the pulse in her throat."
2	"She stood ten paces ahead, her silver hair cascading over shoulders draped in a cloak that seemed woven from twilight itself."
3	"Isolde turned, her pale lavender eyes reflecting the moonlight that shouldn't have been visible through the London smog."
4	"The cold of the London winter vanished, replaced by a humid warmth that smelled of blooming jasmine and wet earth."
5	"The sky above was not black, but a deep, bruised purple, streaked with ribbons of bioluminescent moss that drifted like clouds."
6	"The silence was heavy, broken only by the sound of their own breathing and the occasional chime of a wind that didn't blow."

25.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Aurora said, her voice steady despite the unease coiling in her gut"
1	"Nyx murmured, the whisper brushing against Aurora's neck"
2	"Aurora said, her voice cutting through the rising tension"

16.67%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Nyx whispered (whisper)"
1	"Nyx murmured (murmur)"
2	"Isolde corrected (correct)"
3	"Nyx whispered (whisper)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.536

leniency

rawRatio

0.267

effectiveRatio

0.267

68.8460%